the void/sleep *
a poem for english class based on archetypes
the void
when i hear that word
i picture a black hole
i seem to have the same hole inside of my heart
it takes a toll onto my mind, body, and soul
when i am laying still in my bed
i succumb to the said void
the dread fades away and i cant feel much of anything
it makes me want to scream out of pure helplessness
i often feel so detached
i have accustomed to the emptiness inside of me
this constant eruption of emotions leaves me exhausted
when it is all over, i lay inside of my coffin and plummet into a deep sleep
